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zarahjoyce) wrote2018-01-05 11:50 pm
zarahjoyce) wrote2018-01-05 11:50 pm
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appasionato (2/?)
The place was dark, almost oppressively so. Thin, see-through curtains hung on the sides of what looked like a makeshift stage, with vines curling on some angles, but what really drew the audience's eyes towards the middle was the pole standing mighty and proud in the midst of it.
Gilbert grimaced. Certainly he knew what that pole was for.
Just as he was certain he'd seen better establishments than this.
The man beside him laughed and patted him on the arm when Gilbert said just as much. "Ah, but surely your preferred establishments don't offer what this place does. Trust me on this."
"What's their specialty, then?" he scoffed. "Women?"
"And delectable ones at that." Salvador grinned at him, and it wasn't pleasant. "I take it you've been very... shall we say, stressed lately, what with our commitments and all. You need to relax, get your blood flowing - if you want to keep being good at what we do. Tell you what, why don't I--" He leaned forward and conspiratorially added, "--give you something you can use, just for tonight? Or should I say... someone."
The meaning was very clear, and it wasn't appreciated. "I don't have any use for cheap whores, Salvador," Gilbert fairly snarled at him.
"Now, now," Salvador said, laughing. "There ones aren't... exactly cheap."
He'd had enough. Gilbert straightened his jacket and rose to his feet. "I shouldn't be here. This is a mistake." He made a move towards the door, and would have exited it had it not been blocked by two burly men who suddenly came out of nowhere - as if summoned.
Obviously, these two wouldn't let him go unless the one who summoned them allowed him to.
Goddamnit.
Between the burly men appeared a lovely, long-haired woman. She gave Gilbert a fairly amused glance before depositing herself beside Salvador - a bold move, that. "Leaving already, Salvador? I thought you wanted to see a show tonight?"
Salvador leaned back and allowed the woman to serve him another round of drinks. "Of course not, Veruska. We just got here." He offered her his arm, which she took as an invitation to sit on his lap - and she did. "I am in dire need of entertainment - and you're just the one who can give me that."
"What about your friend?" Veruska asked, glancing at Gilbert again. "Is he leaving?"
"Well..." Salvador looked at him. "Are you, Gilbert?"
Gilbert knew that look. He'd seen it a hundred times. It was Salvador's way of measuring another person, challenging them - usually right before depositing a bullet between their eyes.
And since he was no use to himself dead--
He curled his lip and begrudgingly trudged back to his seat.
"Good boy," Salvador said, mocking him.
Gilbert gritted his teeth and said nothing. He did, however, take the rum Veruska offered him and finished the drink in a second.
If he couldn't get out of this godforsaken place then by god he would just get drunk.
"Who's out tonight?" Salvador asked, taking a lock of Veruska's hair and smelling it. He then took the liberty of running a finger up and down her skin.
For a tiny second, Veruska grimaced. She did a remarkable job of hiding it though, choosing instead to slink all over her customer. Another day at the job, her actions said.
Gilbert caught it all.
"Only the best," Veruska answered playfully, popping open the top button of Salvador's shirt. "I sequenced tonight's show just for you."
"Ah," Salvador said, clearly pleased. "Excellent. Is she going to dance?"
"Who?" she asked.
Salvador chuckled. "Don't play coy with me," he said lightly, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "You won't like it if I get mad."
To her credit, she merely shrugged off the thinly-veiled threat hurled at her face. "Of course, Salvador," she replied. "I knew you liked her dance before. She's going last - the grand finale."
"Hm," Salvador said. He glanced at Gilbert, then at Veruska - as if coming into a decision. "Get me a private room," he ordered. "And I want her in it."
"Salvador," Veruska said, straightening suddenly. "You know she doesn't--"
"Oh, I know. I'm not expecting her to service me, anyway."
Gilbert kept himself still, despite knowing - abhorring - what was to come.
"She's going to dance... for Gilbert Imperial."
Gilbert grimaced. Certainly he knew what that pole was for.
Just as he was certain he'd seen better establishments than this.
The man beside him laughed and patted him on the arm when Gilbert said just as much. "Ah, but surely your preferred establishments don't offer what this place does. Trust me on this."
"What's their specialty, then?" he scoffed. "Women?"
"And delectable ones at that." Salvador grinned at him, and it wasn't pleasant. "I take it you've been very... shall we say, stressed lately, what with our commitments and all. You need to relax, get your blood flowing - if you want to keep being good at what we do. Tell you what, why don't I--" He leaned forward and conspiratorially added, "--give you something you can use, just for tonight? Or should I say... someone."
The meaning was very clear, and it wasn't appreciated. "I don't have any use for cheap whores, Salvador," Gilbert fairly snarled at him.
"Now, now," Salvador said, laughing. "There ones aren't... exactly cheap."
He'd had enough. Gilbert straightened his jacket and rose to his feet. "I shouldn't be here. This is a mistake." He made a move towards the door, and would have exited it had it not been blocked by two burly men who suddenly came out of nowhere - as if summoned.
Obviously, these two wouldn't let him go unless the one who summoned them allowed him to.
Goddamnit.
Between the burly men appeared a lovely, long-haired woman. She gave Gilbert a fairly amused glance before depositing herself beside Salvador - a bold move, that. "Leaving already, Salvador? I thought you wanted to see a show tonight?"
Salvador leaned back and allowed the woman to serve him another round of drinks. "Of course not, Veruska. We just got here." He offered her his arm, which she took as an invitation to sit on his lap - and she did. "I am in dire need of entertainment - and you're just the one who can give me that."
"What about your friend?" Veruska asked, glancing at Gilbert again. "Is he leaving?"
"Well..." Salvador looked at him. "Are you, Gilbert?"
Gilbert knew that look. He'd seen it a hundred times. It was Salvador's way of measuring another person, challenging them - usually right before depositing a bullet between their eyes.
And since he was no use to himself dead--
He curled his lip and begrudgingly trudged back to his seat.
"Good boy," Salvador said, mocking him.
Gilbert gritted his teeth and said nothing. He did, however, take the rum Veruska offered him and finished the drink in a second.
If he couldn't get out of this godforsaken place then by god he would just get drunk.
"Who's out tonight?" Salvador asked, taking a lock of Veruska's hair and smelling it. He then took the liberty of running a finger up and down her skin.
For a tiny second, Veruska grimaced. She did a remarkable job of hiding it though, choosing instead to slink all over her customer. Another day at the job, her actions said.
Gilbert caught it all.
"Only the best," Veruska answered playfully, popping open the top button of Salvador's shirt. "I sequenced tonight's show just for you."
"Ah," Salvador said, clearly pleased. "Excellent. Is she going to dance?"
"Who?" she asked.
Salvador chuckled. "Don't play coy with me," he said lightly, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "You won't like it if I get mad."
To her credit, she merely shrugged off the thinly-veiled threat hurled at her face. "Of course, Salvador," she replied. "I knew you liked her dance before. She's going last - the grand finale."
"Hm," Salvador said. He glanced at Gilbert, then at Veruska - as if coming into a decision. "Get me a private room," he ordered. "And I want her in it."
"Salvador," Veruska said, straightening suddenly. "You know she doesn't--"
"Oh, I know. I'm not expecting her to service me, anyway."
Gilbert kept himself still, despite knowing - abhorring - what was to come.
"She's going to dance... for Gilbert Imperial."